Born In The Apocalypse
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Larry turned back to his employees and reminded them to grab extra supplies, just in case they ran out. The employees then started towards their respective units. Joe grabbed his assault pack and headed toward Unit 49 to see if he needed anything before heading out. James strode past him and bumped into him while heading out the door. Joe frowned and wondered if there really were going to be zombies running loose if he could feed them the fat one first, like in the movies. Joe grinned at this possibility and went outside. It was amazing to see so many people out in the pre-dawn hour. Joe walked past the curious family members to his truck to head out for his assignment. As he got closer to Unit 49, he noticed that James was already in the driver’s seat, ready to go.
“What the fuck you think you’re doing?” Joe asked, irritated that the new guy apparently thought he was going to drive.
“I’m driving,” said James, with an angry look on his face. “You can get in the back and ride so you can check the truck off on the way to the hospital.”
Joe knew he was right, but he did not want to admit it. He needed to take stock of what all he had since he had not been in the truck last and wanted to make sure he had everything available. Frustrated, he went to the back of the truck and got in. He began to look around to make sure he had everything when his other ignorant-ass partner came to the back of the truck.
“What do you need me to do?” David chimed in. He wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but at least he followed orders.
“Get in the truck and make sure that idiot doesn’t kill us on the way to the hospital,” Joe said flatly without looking up.
“Okay, but, uh, I never really done nothin’ like this before. What am I supposed to do?” David said, fidgeting nervously.
Joe looked at David, irritated. “You get in the passenger seat and make sure we get to the hospital in one piece. After that, we will play it by ear, okay?”
“Alright, man, I’ll do whatever you need, just gimme a break if I screw up, okay?”
“Just don’t screw up and we won’t have to worry about it.” Joe said and waved David to go get in the truck. He closed the door behind him. Joe heard Larry talking over the radio telling them it was time to move out. The three units headed out in unison with lights and siren going strong to Tazewell Hospital and the enormous task ahead of them.
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